IF THERE IS A KEY, THEN THERE MUST BE A LOCK …
Chapter 2
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Somewhere in their room, Sam would be in bed, sound asleep, and Dean was becoming increasingly frustrated, as trying to guide the key into the door's lock through the darkness and with the co-ordination of a bucket of stoned frogs on a trampoline, was a challenge like no other. No, scratch that; it was completely freakin' impossible.
Eventually, and with a sense of totally wasted effort, he gave up and slowly, and really rather gracefully, slid down the wall until his face made contact with cool concrete.
Huh, whoever would have thought that a doorstep would have been so comfortable?
Zzzzzzzzzzz …
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